Mrs Watson's eyes were frantically swivelling from side to side, trying to look everywhere, and at everyone at once. The prospect of meeting someone she knew while wearing such slutty clothes was humiliating, and although unlikely in this rundown mall, it was still embarrassing.
Although she was unlikely to meet a fellow teacher here, she might meet a student's parents, and that would be dreadful. What would they think of her, a respectable teacher, looking like a hot slut. Her face was flushed from being stoked up, and in a store window she saw how sexed-up she looked, leaving her feeling ashamed.
The dress was too short not to be wearing panties, and of course it had been purchased by her master to put her through this disgrace, as a punishment.
The dress flared out from under her breasts in an A-line, and it was so light, it was difficult to hold down. The light cotton material swirled around her thighs as she walked, hardly needing a breeze to lift the hem. Again she caught a glimpse of her bare bottom in a store window. She concentrated on keeping the front down, not having a spare hand for the back of the dress while clutching a bag.
Her master had spun her mind in sexual turmoil once again. Only this time she was outside on public view, in danger of showing off her sex. It was already embarrassing, with the real prospect of the visit becoming a great humiliation.
The dress was low cut, showing off far too much cleavage. She was looking for somewhere unobtrusive to adjust the top, as her breasts were bouncing around so much as she walked, they were easing out of the top. She needed somewhere quiet to push the nipples in before they popped out altogether.
Damn! Her master knew too well how to set her up for a mortifying, and highly stimulating situation. Although he was young, he knew very well that being humiliated excited her. Her mind was buzzing with possibilities, where naughty scenes would end badly. She was wet and ready for him, and they had hardly begun to play the game.
'Sorry!' Mrs Watson said, when almost running into someone.
'Master!' she grinned.
He'd appeared in front of her from nowhere. Concentrating on the dress, and looking out for anyone she might know, had dominated her attention.
'You look worried, Tittyanna,' he smiled.
'Yes, master. I was worried something might go wrong with the game. Now you're here, master, your slave knows all will be well,' she smiled weakly.
As a teacher and an older woman, she shouldn't be deferring to a young student. Especially not to a student from her school. Yet not only was she doing as he told her, but she was also wearing what he stipulated. That was why she was in this awkward position, looking like a lowlife tramp in an unfamiliar mall.
At least the tattoo and piercings had healed, and she wasn't wearing the usual chains. Instead, the large hoop earrings, back combed blond hair, floozy style dress, and soft flats, had her marked as an interesting sex object. The young make-up on a thirty-eight year old woman made her look as though she were desperately looking for some fun. With her breasts breaking free, and the short dress showing off her thighs and bottom, she looked like a whore, or at least a slut looking for some cock action.
Men confirmed that dire opinion she had of herself, by blatantly staring at her with that certain look on their faces. Their tongues weren't hanging out, though eyes were fixed on her body, taking in every voluptuous curve, and the bounce of her tits. With a change of clothes and the heavy application of make-up, a respectable teacher had become a hot slut. Her morals couldn't be changed so quickly, except her master had worked upon her over the last three weeks, to thoroughly train her into being a pliable slave.
If her master ordered it, she would dutifully behave like a tramp. If that meant making up to a stranger, then it would have to be carried out with the best of her ability.
The thought of being given away to a stranger came into her mind and stayed. This afternoon she might have a complete stranger chosen for her, who she would have to fuck. She would be a whore, and this young guy would be her pimp. That disreputable man over by the bar could buy her time, and do what he liked with her. As a whore, bought and paid for, she wouldn't have a choice, she would have to do whatever he wanted, however deviant and despicable the act.
'You alright, Tittyanna?' Danny asked, sounding worried.
She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't shake off the image of being a whore. It appalled her, yet fascinated and excited her. This new life was certainly thrilling, and full of intrigue. It wasn't what she had envisaged, but it was better than the humdrum boring life of before.
'Calm down, I'm here to look after you. I'll make sure nothing bad happens,' he reassured her.
She grabbed his hand for reassurance, needing to feel safe and cared for.
As promised, he'd trained her to be his sex slave, and it had been accomplished more completely than expected. It was impossible to defy him in her apartment, and now here in a public place, she found he had to be obeyed. It had been her need for domination that caught her in this web, so she could only blame herself for this dire condition she found herself in. His dominance and the wonderful sex, had her surrendering to him more than she thought possible. If she had known how low she would fall, would she have dared to start on this deviant adventure?
'Thank you, master,' she said, and sincerely meant it.
'Come with me, slave. We have some things to buy,' he said.
Trotting alongside this handsome young man, left her feeling happy and safe. There was no doubt he wanted her, and though it was for perverse reasons, she was happy to receive his attention. He wanted to control a teacher, of course he did, what young eighteen year old wouldn't. She put that out of her mind, to concentrate on the great sex and excitement of this new life. She had a master controlling every aspect of her life, and he was attending to her every indecent need. This is what she wanted, wasn't it?
'Oh! Master!' she uttered a complaint without saying much.
'You haven't been in a sex shop before, have you? Well, my friend works here, and he told me the boss is away so we can play,' he laughed at her.
Full of reticence, he almost had to drag her in.
'Hi Danny, how you doing?' the young guy behind the counter greeted them.
'This is Tittyanna, my sex slave,' Danny introduced the teacher.
At first she felt belittled to be introduced in such a demeaning way to a stranger. She forgot all that when it dawned on her who the boy was. She took on a slave pose, looking down to hide her face. It was a relief not to be recognised by the young eighteen year old behind the counter. He looked her up and down, seeing an older woman playing a nasty game with his friend.
Being thought of as a dirty slut was better than being recognised, as one of his past teachers. He would start a rumour about her among his friends, which would be dangerous. It wouldn't take long for word to reach the school, through friends of his still in high school. He'd been trouble at school before dropping out, giving everyone a hard time, and he was probably still a troublemaker.
'Hi Tittyanna, do I know you from somewhere?' he asked.
'No, I don't think so,' she smiled.
She waved her breasts at him as a distraction, and it worked. The wickedness of such an action didn't register, as she reacted from a need of self-preservation. Colleagues from school would be shocked at the way she was dressed, and disgusted with her for jiggling her breasts at a pupil, even an ex-pupil.
She relaxed a little as the important first few minutes passed. He wouldn't really look at her properly from now on, so she was relatively safe.
'I need some panties for my slave, and maybe a stretchy dress,' Danny said.
'No problem. We don't have much clothing, as its mostly toys, and bondage gear. At the back of the store there's enough gear to build a complete dungeon,' Jimmy smirked.
'We've got enough toys for now. Once I've found the right dress, the underwear can be selected,' Danny stated.
'Sounds about right,' Jimmy agreed.
'Take the dress off, slave,' Danny said.
Mrs Watson gawped at her master, for just a moment, then quickly obeyed by pulling it over her head. She stood naked, holding the dress in one hand, while the two boys took a good look at her body. Glancing at the door, she noticed it was unlocked, and therefore anyone could walk in on them. The scene would look terrible.
'She's got a nice pair of tits,' Jimmy commented.
'Natural, no silicon. Show him, Tittyanna. Jump up and down,' Danny ordered.
Reluctantly she did as she was told. Knowing what he wanted meant gyrating her breasts around in front of the young guy. She bounced them for him, putting on a show like a pole dancer. Showing her breasts off to a high school dropout, as though she were a complete slut, was terribly humiliating.
More damning still was that it was working her up into a sexually charged state. That was dangerous when not wearing panties, as anyone could see her sex flowering, opening up, ready for a man. The peril was that she'd been so well trained to obey, she wouldn't be able to refuse someone taking her. To be so vulnerable and easy, was degrading. She was panting from exertion, or from being worked up, or both, when her master told her to stop.
'Nice! She'd make a great pole dancer, or lap dancer. Take her to Joe's behind the mall, and she'll earn you some good money,' Jimmy advised his friend.
'Maybe, I'll think about it,' Danny mused.
'Here, let me take a closer look at them tits,' Jimmy said.
